People with a real sense of purpose never ask that question. They consider their work important and that’s reason enough.

Me, I’ve never had a strong calling. Never found anything I was especially good at. I just try to get through each day without falling into a pit of despair. So I look for things that bring me joy. That’s not so unusual, is it?

Why not seek out the stuff that makes you happy? I like being outdoors. I like to take walks. And if a woodland scene or sunlit building catches my attention, I try to capture that in a photograph. Is that enough of a reason?

Or does art have to be honed to a snarky conclusion to be truly appreciated?

I document the dilution of the human soul
through juxtaposition of light and shadow
on old cow sheds.